A world filled with magic, monster, and warriors. s̵̱̼̙͉͈͉͚̗͍̣͙̈̽̍͠ţ̷̧͉͈̟̬̦̩͔̯͓̺͍̗͑̉̀͂͛͒r̶̨̗̜̣͎̬̣̟̯̲̖̳͖̩͖͑̆̒͝a̵̢͈͚͇̳̠̍͂͛̂͗̔̆̋̅̋̈́͛̐͝n̷̡̛̤̼̮͉̘̝͔̥̥͕̼̰͚̏̓̌́̅̀͆͘̕͝ģ̶̢̠̜̪͎̺̠̥͕͒̀͋̽͌͂͊̿́͝ͅe̶̳̰̦̩͔͑̇̃̊̋̅̊̄̾͜͝͝.̷͉̣͇̝̤̞̳͇̫͔̼͑̒̂́̋̊̋̅̃͝͝ ̸̬̑͐̓̽́͛̉̽͠ Where the opportunities to create are endless. d̸̩̘̤̪̗̻̯̆̀̅̈́̌̈́̽̈̃̒͒̌̉͝͝e̸̮̰̱̗̳̦̭̟͒͑͋͒͋̔͑̋̎̔̽͗̕s̷̖̖͖̉̎̽̀̓͗͘͘ṭ̷̙̦͚̤̠̦̞͍͎̖̘͙̌̀̋̑̏̈́̄̎̍̍͜ͅr̴̛̬̳̼̯͍̦̤̪̗̮̹̱̙̃̋̎̓̌͛̈́̓͊́͆̆͝ǫ̶̨͈̭̼̲̲̅̀̊̋̀̐̾̽͘ÿ̷̧͖̺̟͇̜̗̗̱̱̲̪͚̉̅͜ The memories you make are unforgettable. ḑ̸̹̹̃̐͑̽͂̾̓́̌͋͘͜͝͝ę̷̱̪̠̪͈̩̫̟͚̜̤͕̹̅̍̊̆͂͒̊̒v̶̢̛̛͚͓͈͚͍̪͈̈͋̇̅̓̑̓̎̈́̂̑̚̚ͅo̵͚̪̤̹͐̓͗̌̈́͘͝͝ï̶͈̽̃̉͘d̴̡̢̧̝̭̻͈̺̟̜͇̖̼͑̾͐̇̇̍̏͐͌̀͜ͅ And your friendships unbreakable. f̵̧̛̺̖̤̮̻͕̝̗̝̞̙̲̔͑͑́̈́͒̎̇̒̈́ơ̸̡̪̻̬͖̻̔͑̈̀̑͋r̴̘͙̤̘̤͔͗͆̂͘͝g̴͖̜̟̟̠̞̹̪͖̲͛̋͌̅o̶̖͈̼͌̔̐̇͋͆̈́̓̈́̐͝t̵̡̨̮͔͇̹̻̀̈́͆͗͑̓t̶̬͓͎̩̞͕͚̝̋̈́̊̔̂̊̎̆̅ͅe̶̗̰̮̳͈̝̠͍͔̼͇̻̬̅͛͝͝ǹ̸̛̹͎͓̘̪̳͕̫̻̙̳̖̅̌̌́̿̈́̏̎̈̓͜͝ͅ It's a shame really... .̸̼̹̱́͝.̸̧̘͕͖̗͓̫͎͈̬̈̄̌.̵̡̛̛̙̼̥̼̼̬̤͙̑́͊̏̏̌̈́͛̾͘ That someone like you can't truly ever rest their eyes. ć̶̨͍̱̺͔̘͚͜r̷̙̞͙̠̰̹͇̈́̾̿̒̅͒̄͌͌̕͠͝u̷̡̥̫͕̱͉͚̥͋̈̏̇ȩ̸̗͇̯̦͈̥͈̳̹͚͓̏͂́̊́̿̅̊̐̊̀͆̕͜͝͝ḻ̸͔̝̄̕̕ (As the title says, this is a Fantasy AU. All I own is the plotline.)

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

"You know Austin, right?" Maddy asked. "Like Austin show Austin?" You asked in return. Maddy nodded. "Yeah, that guy. I got a DM from him today about another Love or Host, he wants me to do." "Ah." You said. It wasn't uncommon for Maddy to make an appearance on that particular show - she had been friends with Austin for a good while, and was one of his go-to's when he needed someone to participate. "Who for?" "One of those Minecraft guys, I don't know." She shrugged. "Anyway, Austin said he was short on participants, and I told him that I had a hot roommate who might be down for it, so I wanted to ask if you would consider hopping on for this one." You pursed your lips. "When is it?" "Couple days. Friday night, I think around like 7?" You pushed off the bed, going over to the corkboard that housed your entire life - sticky notes pressed into the shape of a calendar, each labeled with a number and a list of things you had to do that day. You glanced at Friday's note - mostly empty, except for a few online classes in the morning. If you wanted, you could probably do it. You looked back at Maddy. "You can tell Austin I'll do it." She perked up. "Yeah? You will?" "Yeah." You said, pulling down the sticky note for that day and writing down 'Love or Host - 7' at the bottom of the list before sticking it back up, pinning it in place. It wasn't that big of a deal really. They just needed another person to participate - and going on the Austin Show was always good publicity. "Awesome." Maddy said. "Trust me, this is going to be so fun."

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

"𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺, 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺?" "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆." "𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑!" Started: 9/14/20 Completed: 9/4/21 50k reads 12/11/20! 100k reads 1/29/21! 150k reads 3/22/21! 200k reads 5/30/21! 250k reads 8/4/21! 300k reads 5/31/22! highest rankings: #1 in #chooseyourownadventure: [ multiple dates!!! ] 1k votes 11/13/20! 10k votes 8/26/21! 11k votes 11/22/21! A Choose Your Own Adventure Story (Various SMP Members x Female Reader)

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐗 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔·𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚜𝚢𝚗·𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎-𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚛. ➵𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.